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There are seasons full of darkness that feel like the absolute worst of times, dark fairy tales where you’re called once again to fight. Despite a heavy heart — you lift your head up and sigh, you sharpen your teeth like a vampire in the night, thirsty for blood and allergic to light. Wondering, what will become of your dreams deferred — as they lay lonely in beds made for the brokenhearted. You hold on in between breaths of this life — for another season to teach you how to walk on sunshine.
I was born on a Friday, under a Pisces Moon on the 65th day of a leap year. I fell from the sky straight into the Sea, with a map of the stars on my back and a chest full of watered sunflower seeds.
According to astronomers — that was in the Winter season, but the weatherman calls it Spring. My serenity sits somewhere between a sunset and a full Moon.
My first born son was born on a Friday, on the 39th day of a leap year. He fell through the air straight in between two of my heartbeats — and broke me open. That was the first time I fell in love. An Aquarius bearing water, he’s been pouring life into me ever since.
I’m still picking up the pieces from the last time I fell in love. You, were 45 minutes late for our first date. You showed up with a 100 watt smile and an apology on…
